"More riots, arrests. This is in retaliation for the attempted takeover isn't it?" He asked as he picked up the jar of salve and began to spread it over his skin slowly and thoroughly. He didn't try to be gentle but he wasn't hurtful.
"Yeah, two weeks." He had missed Marcus, had missed Isolde and Flint Manour but he had resolved to force a separation despite what he wanted. "It's for the best. The fucking Ministry is too bloody nosy for our well being." Isaac living in the Manour meant scrutiny from Marcus's superiors and Isaac wasn't risking Isolde's security like that.